Jerilyn K. Aune

Finding out about Jeri sent me back a bit. She came out to Redlands, California one January I'll never forget in the early seventies. I visited her several times afterwards in St. Peter and Rochester. We once took a bus to Hibbing on Highway 61, part of my Bob Dylan quest. She slept on my shoulder. We shared music: Willis Alan Ramsey, Bruce Cockburn, et al. She is and will always be deep in my heart.

There was notice about Jerri's death in the U of M law school alumni magazine I received today. I was a law school classmate of hers and enjoyed her immensely. I remember that she gave me a card at the end of of our fist semester of law school. It showed a picture of a young girl standing outside in the middle of a snow fall. She had obviously just dropped her books on the ground. Her head was tilted back, and she was catching snow flakes with her tongue. I've often wondered if Jerri...

I was a friend of Jeri's WAY back in Golden Valley. Our dads collaborated in the building of quite an elaborate Barbie doll house - her dad drew the plans, and my dad built the house. We wrote letters back and forth for several years after she moved to Rochester and eventually lost touch. I still live in the neighborhood and have always remembered Jeri when walking by the house. I'm sorry that I didn't know her in our college/adult years. She sounds like a remarkable person. My thoughts...

I'm very surprised and sorry to hear that one of the "cool kids" from high school is no longer with us. I remember Jeri as a lanky, lean, athletic girl with her long hair swinging and a friendly smile for everyone. Just the memtion of her name brings such a clear picture of her to mind. I am happy to have known her.

So sorry to hear about Jeri's passing. My thoughts are with you.

Jeri and I were best friends our last year in high school - many long nights at Perkins drinking coffee and talking about "pitter-pat". I guess I followed her to college, too, where our friendship drifted apart. Too bad - so sad. I can hear her saying that. My sincere condolences to Dick & Jane (just like the book), Steve, and Susan.

Jeri and I were roommates at the University in this dumpy little house on 15th Avenue. There were six of us, along with various boyfriends, girlfriends, new friends and old friends. At any given time we could be six or sixty together for a good time, of which we certainly had more than our share! Many hearts were broken, many laughs were shared, many poems were read (and written) and we prefered Grain Belt, but could only afford Old Milwaukee. Our trip to Nashville in my beat up old state...

I met Jeri at Mayo High School but felt I knew her longer. We lived only a stones throw away in Rochester. I'll never forget when she gave up a race for me (she would not admit to it)by a stride. It was the 2 mile I belive, the start of entry to freshemen track. I asked her i really won and she said yes. My parents did not let me join track, Jeri did.

I am very sad to hear about Jeri. Although I have not seen her since high school I remember her well. She was very nice, friendly, smart and cared about people. My sympathies go out to her family and friends.